Clementine:
The minute we were on the road, I noticed the alphas stepping ahead of me, looking around. Troy had his hands on his waist, and I could see how broad he was. Haiden still had sleep in his eyes, I could tell, because he kept rubbing them. Then there was Yorick, stretching and yawning. I figured they only came because of me; otherwise, they wouldn't have bothered looking for Ian.
"Wow, there's a phone booth, and it's locked. You said it was open."
Troy rushed toward the booth, but stepped back, losing enthusiasm. I pushed past him to check, and sure enough, it was locked again.
"I unlocked it," I said, and my head started to spin. "The lurkers must have come back and locked it. That means they knew somebody opened it."
"Isn't it weird?" I asked Yorick, who had stepped forward to check the lock this time.
"We need to go," Yorick said, gently touching my elbow.
"What about Ian?" I pressed.
"He can go fuck himself," Yorick said, grabbing my arm to pull me away.
